The calm correctness, where no fault we see,
Attests Art's loftiest or its least degree;
Alike the smoothness of the surface shows
The Pool's dull stagner--the great Sea's repose.

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THE MASTER

The herd of scribes, by what they tell us,
Show all in which their wits excel us;
But the True Master we behold,
In what his art leaves--just untold.

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EXPECTATION AND FULFILLMENT

O'er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold--
One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!

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THE PROSELYTE MAKER

"A little earth from out the Earth-and I
The Earth will move:" so spake the Sage divine.